He walked straight into his study. Just as he was about to sit down, someone appeared. "James, do the needful." He muttered, his tone fierce. "Yes, Master," James replied, his forehead looking serious. Then he brought forward a flash drive, "I have everything compiled in here." He added. Mr Richard nodded briefly, collecting it. He had a computer on his desk and swiftly inserted the flash drive into it. His eyes squinted and were glued to the screen wondering what had happened during these few days of his absence. As his watchman, James was supposed to bring him a report every time he went on a voyage or for a medical check-up. For this, he had hidden cameras in all of his mansion. If the visible ones were destroyed, then there was a mini, invisible one to record whatever happened in his absence. If anyone was planning to harm his grandson or any of his household members, he would always find out and take care of it accordingly. Today was one of those days, in his absence, a
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